Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.